Imperial Capital, a military airport, next to parking space Y9.
In the back seat of a military jeep, Zhang Yansheng and his son Zhang Pengcheng sat side by side, and the air in the car seemed to be frozen.
Uncle An, who was driving, held the steering wheel without moving an inch, like a stone sculpture doing its duty.
After a while, Zhang Pengcheng couldn't hold it in any longer.
He opened his mouth and accidentally moved the swollen half of his face, causing him to gasp in pain.
Zhang Yansheng looked at his son's head, which was swollen beyond recognition, and his arm bandaged across his chest, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
But what can he do?
There is an unwritten rule in the Chinese martial arts world. At least among the major forces, the elders cannot interfere in the fights between the younger generations as long as they do not intend to hurt others maliciously and as long as no one is killed.
After all, the growth path of geniuses is smooth. If they have to go home to find their parents after losing in a competition with their peers, then wouldn’t the ones they raise be a bunch of trash?
Of course, there are many different interpretations of what constitutes "malicious injury."
"Dad, hiss—I tell you, those two wicked guys, Min Zimo and Su Mo, must have done it on purpose!" Zhang Pengcheng complained vaguely.
"I was working out in the gym last night, and they came in and started provoking me, saying that all my training was just slaving away and that it wasn't working..."
Zhang Yansheng couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "Shut up!"
Zhang Pengcheng was choked and closed his mouth in disappointment.
Zhang Yansheng exhaled a breath of foul air, suppressing his anger and saying, "We're all of the same generation. If you get beaten, you should work harder and get back at us later."
Zhang Pengcheng was not convinced. "Grandpa was beaten so many times by Yunsheng back then. Has he gotten his revenge now?"
Zhang Yansheng: “…”
Zhang Pengcheng added, "Isn't it because Great Grandfather went to the Yun family to ask for explanation?"
Zhang Yansheng: “…”
Zhang Pengcheng seemed to have thought of something and slapped his thigh suddenly, which hurt the injured area again and made him grimace in pain.
"Forget it. I don't count on you anymore. I remember that when my great grandfather went to the Yun family, he seemed to be beaten by Yunsheng's father again."
Zhang Yansheng took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress the urge to clean up the mess.
What else can I do except endure it when it comes to my own stupid son?
Hit him now?
He still has injuries on his body.
Zhang Yansheng bit his back teeth, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "If it still hurts, just say less."
Zhang Pengcheng nodded in agreement, rolled down the car window, reluctantly turned sideways, and looked toward the runway.
Zhang Yansheng had just resigned from his position as executive director of the Martial Arts Alliance and transferred to the Western Frontier Defense Force as the lieutenant general commander of the warrior force.
They are now waiting for the transport plane of the Western Frontier Defense Force.
As for why a lieutenant general had to wait here, it was all tears.
Anyway, the father and son didn't dare to stay in the villa anymore.
Zhang Pengcheng finally calmed down, and Zhang Yansheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
While his son turned his head to look outside, he quickly raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.
On the surface, that place seemed to have recovered, but the evil deeds done by Ding Pojun were not so easy to eliminate, and it still caused bouts of dull pain.
However, Zhang Pengcheng is obviously not the kind of person who can stay calm for long.
Within two minutes, he couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question: "Dad, if we both go back to Western Xinjiang, what about your previous plan?"
Zhang Yansheng instantly suppressed the discomfort on his face. His expression became serious and he said in a deep voice, "Since 'that person' has said that Gu Jinzhi will definitely go to Western Xinjiang, let's go back and wait for him."
"What about the plan?" Zhang Pengcheng asked.
Zhang Pengcheng was confused: "Didn't you say that before?"
"Shut up!"
Bang!
“Ah~~~”
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Gu Garden, secret room.
Liang Qiushi leaned dejectedly against the back of his chair, his usual meticulous and elegant demeanor gone, and he looked as if all his bones had been pulled out.
"Sister, please go back to Dongming."
Her voice was soft, with a kind of fatigue that could not be concealed.
Liang Chunhua's breathing rhythm was disrupted. She raised her head, and a hint of surprise appeared in her cold phoenix eyes.
"You give up?"
Liang Qiushi didn't answer immediately. He just closed his eyes and recalled the scene of his chance encounter with his son under the corridor of the old house in the early morning...
"Hehe..." Liang Qiushi let out a low, self-deprecating laugh, "He thinks he can hide his eyes well, but, I raised him..."
Liang Chunhua frowned and said in a deep voice, "I can take action by force."
"It's useless." Liang Qiushi shook his head and opened his eyes. "You still don't understand him."
"Since he's noticed something's wrong, he'll definitely be on guard against me. He might even have guessed you're in the imperial capital."
"In order to deal with you, the 'number one person under the Grandmaster', what do you think he will do?"
Liang Qiushi's voice was calm, "He will definitely find a master to protect him."
"Sister, we don't stand a chance."
Liang Chunhua was completely stunned.
She really couldn't understand. They were obviously a family, so why couldn't they talk openly and honestly?
Why does it have to get to the point where one person is scheming against another, and another is guarding against another?
She sighed, a little confused, "Where can Jinzhi find a master? If the Gu family still has a master in charge, why does he need to go to the battlefield?"
"Zeng family, Fu family, Zhao family..." Liang Qiushi's voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. "Which family can't I borrow from? It's only half a month..."
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